My art is a conversation between soul and surface. Each piece is born from sensation — a memory, a dream, a quiet grief, a rush of desire. I work intuitively, letting color and form move through me until they feel complete.
The Healing Journey is a profound depiction of the transformative process following trauma, expressed through six interconnected stages seamlessly woven into the canvas. Each stage represents a distinct phase of the emotional journey towards healing and renewal. After moving through phases of darkness, pain and loss, slowly, first beacons of hope and light arise. Having integrated the pain and wisdom gained from the journey, emerging stronger, wiser, and more resilient than before. Throughout The Healing Journey, the cycle of stages is fluid and interconnected, symbolizing the repetitive and nonlinear nature of healing. The piece invites to explore ones own emotional landscapes within the painting, finding solace and inspiration in the cyclical journey towards growth.
Dimensions: 120 x 100 cm
Acrylic on canvas
Divine Balance is a mesmerizing painting that encapsulates the harmony between opposites. A delicate interplay of light and dark dances across the canvas, symbolizing the eternal dance of yin and yang or feminine and masculine. In the center, a stream of gold radiates tranquility, embodying the perfect equilibrium between strength and gentleness. The composition invites contemplation of the interconnectedness of all things, reminding of the beauty found in balance. Divine Balance serves as a visual meditation on the essential harmony that pervades the universe, inspiring a sense of peace and unity within.
Dimensions: Ø 50cm
Acrylic on canvas
Everywhere, Nowhere offers a captivating aerial view of a breathtaking landscape that stretches endlessly in all directions. From this vantage point, immersed in the vastness of the land, sensing its presence everywhere around. Yet, upon closer inspection, the intricate details reveal a profound truth: amidst the grandeur, there is a sense of being nowhere at all, lost in the expanse of space and time. The painting serves as a reminder of the importance of perspective. Sometimes, amidst the complexities of life, we become lost in our existence, losing sight of the bigger picture. In those moments, we must zoom out, allowing ourselves to see beyond the immediate surroundings and remember what truly matters and where our soul wants to go.
Dimensions: 30 x 30 cm
Acrylic on canvas
Step into the ethereal realm of Angel Light, a painting that radiates with the gentle luminosity of hope, protection, and love embodied by celestial beings. Infused with hues of shimmering gold and silver, this artwork captivates with its softness and grace, mirroring the aura of an angel. Each brushstroke whispers tales of ethereal beauty, offering a visual sanctuary where the essence of angels transcends the canvas. Whether seeking hope, protection, or love, 'Angel Light' extends a heartfelt reminder that every soul is inherently deserving of these divine blessings. Allow the radiant hues and tender aura of this painting to envelop you in a tranquil embrace, embracing the universal virtues that angels represent.
Dimensions: 60 x 50cm
Acrylic on canvas
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The same way I paint with color, I paint with language. My poetry is raw, intimate, and often born in the in-between moments — on trains, in candlelight, in the ache of remembering. These are words meant to be felt in the body, not just read in the mind.
Ocean, swallow me whole.
Swallow the lies I told myself to keep my world small.
The truths I tried to silence,
hoping they would dissolve —
but they only rose louder, bigger, unignorable.
Swallow my fears, my worries, my doubts — so I can live in presence,
in hope, in soft but unwavering belief.
Always believing.
Always dreaming.
Growing into every cell of my becoming.
Forever expanding,
reaching beyond what I once thought possible.
Never doubting the truth pulsing in my core — that I am magic.
That I am woman.
That I am sacred.
Ocean, wallow all that I no longer need.
Take the weight of the pain I still carry.
Let the saltwater cleanse my wounds,
and the sunlight kiss them into healing.
My heart aches for depth —
for a love that holds,
a connection buried like a treasure
deep in the oceans of the universe.
A treasure only opened by a rare soul who carries the key —
a key that vibrates on the same frequency.
That frequency of divine union,
of soul remembering soul.
Ocean swallow me.
Carry me.
Hold me
forever —
in your infinite,
eternal,
wild and loving arms.
It’s okay to feel lost.
To drift for a while in the dark,
unsure of your next step.
It’s okay to recognize the places
where you’ve kept yourself small,
stuck,
silent.
It’s okay to admit—
this is not where your soul came to stay.
To whisper the truth you’ve been hiding,
and finally let it rise.
It’s okay to change your mind,
to want more,
to hear the quiet voice within saying:
This isn‘t it. Not anymore.
It’s okay to look at the foundation you built
and realize—
it was only ever meant to carry you this far.
It’s okay to say enough.
To stop dancing with potential.
To stop settling for crumbs,
for half-light, for almost-love.
To stop waiting for things to shift
when your spirit is already calling you forward.
It’s okay to ask for more.
To claim the life that feels like truth.
To speak your desires out loud,
without shame.
You are stardust wrapped in skin.
A soul on fire with purpose.
And your longing is holy.
You deserve beauty, depth, devotion.
Not because you earned it,
but because you are it.
You show up with presence,
with tenderness,
with love.
And now,
you are allowed to show up for you.
To rebuild,
to rise,
to remember—
you were always meant for more.
If this moment is all I will have left,
is what I’m feeling right now enough?
Is love in my heart, joy in my lungs,
butterflies in my stomach, calm in my bones,
connection in my feet, openness in my chest,
glitter in my eyes, wind in my hair,
sun on my skin, the sound of rain in my ears,
honey on my lips, stars in my mind?
Is my whole self here—
present, grounded like the trees,
rooted deep yet reaching for the sky?
Am I sharing this moment with those
who love me as deeply and vast as the ocean,
who see me, feel me, hold me in their tides?
Is looking at the moon everything and more?
Does the night air taste like freedom?
Do my hands hold warmth, my body hold softness,
my soul hold light?
If this is all I have left,
then I am infinitely alive.
Burning with passion like wildfire.
Pouring with cleansing rain, washing away all that is not me.
A thunderclap—loud, raw, unafraid to be heard.
An ocean—deep, vast, ever-changing, yet always whole.
The sun—radiant, untamed, setting and rising, again and again.
The moon —soft, glowing, a quiet force,
pulling tides, illuminating even the darkest nights.
And if this is all I have—
then I have everything.
To be a woman is to hold galaxies within your soul—
a universe of light and shadow,
of untamed beauty and unapologetic truth.
It is to rise like the moon,
phases shifting, tides turning,
soft yet fierce, wild yet tender.
We are the alchemists of our healing,
turning pain into power,
and wounds into wisdom.
To be a woman is to reclaim yourself,
to dance barefoot in your freedom,
to unapologetically take up space
in a world that tries to make you small.
You are not meant to be quiet,
to shrink, to fit into boxes
You are meant to be radiant,
to love fiercely,
to be the storm and the calm after it.
Let yourself be all of you—
untamed, unapologetic,
wild, beautiful, whole.
For within you lies the magic of creation,
the fire of transformation,
and the infinite expanse of the stars.
You are everything you’re meant to be.
And that is more than enough.
She became the tide
she didn’t crash—
she returned.
wave after wave,
forgetting the names they gave her,
remembering the pull
of her own moon.
there were days
she dissolved
into ache,
into salt,
into silence—
but even then,
the ocean inside her
kept breathing.
she stopped asking
how to be softer
and started sinking
into the softness that was always hers.
her hips,
a memory of rivers.
her voice,
a current unblocking.
her heart,
a cave with candlelight
and sea glass
and old poems that still hum.
she let the old self go
not with rage
but with reverence—
kissed the version
that clung and dimmed and waited.
and let her walk barefoot
back to the stars.
because love,
the real kind,
starts
when you choose
to stay
when your tide is low
and your magic is quiet.
when you become
the shore
you keep searching for.
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